Standing next to the table, Alex summoned Bael, the demon he assumed would be the most convincing in support of his claim. His appearance, lean and rippling with muscles under his vivid red skin and the two curved horns pushing out of his forehead, was as close as humans depicted demons.
So, it was a safe bet.
"Bael, meet Richard Bellemare. Richard, meet Bael, King of the Second hell, Dis. Well, ex-king, by modern times," Alex corrected himself.
Bael scoffed at him, a gout of smoke pushing out his nostrils.
"What? It's true," Alex replied, looking at Bael and shrugging.
Richard was in shock.
"Are… are you consorting with demons, Alexander?" Richard asked, mustering his courage in front of this manifestation of evil.
Alex looked at Richard, and could see the slight shivering on his shoulders.
He snapped his fingers again, sending Bael back into his soul space, and sighed.
